When your "golden days"Are "that was just a phase..."Lose yourself to reminiscePictures and innocenceTry to remember when you felt free andThe smilesJust came so naturally...You can't control your ageBut you can control how you feelBreathing dead air into broke lungs thatOnce filled your heartWith the will to liveSo when are youGonna cash in your raincheck?(And on and on and on...)Every second that goes byIs one that's gone for goodAre you throwing awayPossible memories to a fevered lifeOf "woulds" and "coulds?"We may have missed our chance andWe may never be young again but fuckLiving a sick day lifeFuck dead beat kidsAnd fuck your falsehoodsSo when are youGonna cash in your raincheck?(And on and on and on...)I'm not dead yetAmbitions... Sorry, but I have none...I'm just a confused kidWith the masses telling meTo join tradition...But I just can't...I'd rather die than live like youDo you get it?I'd rather die than live like youYou don't get itFuck your falsehoods